*This is an erasure poem created from a sea captain’s
correspondence with a dear friend, circa 17th century*

I have the honor to be
that which I have lost
To accept my best
are slow in their motions,
Part of my Fortune
touched with a cautious & with a Delicate hand,
one of those lights Expressions which flow from
real Weight
(photo cred to C.H.D.)
(2018)